Caddyshack.
- What'll we do? - You do it.
I can't do it. I've got a weak front toe. You do it.
I can't do it. I've no control. It'll end up on the M1.
- I'll bring it to them. - No, no. Don't do that. That's humiliating.
I told you we shouldn't have gone through the park. We should never go through the park.
Come on, mate!
All right, I'll do it.
No! Watch out!
Are they running towards us or running away?
Hello, Mum.
Yeah, yeah. It's going really well, really well.
Yeah, I've got my own office and everything. Yep. Yeah.
I'm up on the 31st floor.
Yeah. Just looking at the view now.
Oh, my God, it's incredible. Yeah. Hang on a minute, Mum. Hang on. Hang on.
Angelica, would you move my four o'clock to two o'clock? Is that all right, hon?
And you know what? Let's have lunch in the courtyard. It's such a nice day.
Sorry, Mum. Sorry. Go on. Mm?
Um, they put me with IT, actually. Yeah.
What does IT stand for?
Oh, God, Mum. Don't you know anything?
IT stands for...
well, somehow it stands for computers.
Yeah, no. No, my colleagues are really supportive.
I'm having a really really great time.
- Jen. - Hello. I didn't realise you were in this week.
Well, I'm not supposed to be, but I thought I'd bring the little madam in and show her off.
Oh, God, yes! You had a baby, yes! Let's have a look.
Oh. Oh.
Ah.
Oh, God. She's beautiful.
So beautiful, aren't you?
You-ou-ou.
- Makeup? - Makeup.
- On the baby? - On the baby.
Six months old and she looks like Barbara Cartland.
Oh, God. Baby makeup.
I'll believe it when I see it.
Hey, Gloria. Oh, is this her?
She's lovely.
Well, I was just passing by and I thought, "Let's show her off."
- How is she? - Yeah, she's fine.
A little trouble sleeping, but...
- I'd best investigate. - Yes, you investigate.
I'll hold the fort.
Aha!
...the Nordic chart toppers are reforming
for a one-off gig at Wembley Stadium.
Which I think's ambitious. I think... I think they'll struggle to fill that.
Busted!
...were they to reform, probably could fill Wembley Stadium,
but who knows?
Pop's a fickle mistress.
I can't think of a band, but don't go in the red door, please.
I really love walking like this sometimes. Don't you?
I'm a little monkey! Oh, dear.
Judy, Julie, Judy.
Julie, Judy. Julie, Judy, Julie.
- Julie, Judy. Excuse me. - What?
I'm from IT. Um...
I was supposed to come up and see Ju-u-u-u-udy, Julie.
Judy. Julie? Judy. Julie.
Judy. Julie. Judy. Julie?
Judy? Judy! Julie!
Julie? Julie? Julie? Julie.
She's over there.
Over here.
- Has she gone yet? - Yeah.
Wow. What was all that about?
Deary me. Ladies, God bless 'em.
Oh, where would we be without them?
Where would we? I don't know. Could... could be anywhere.
God, they are some customers, they are.
Look at them. All up and down the land, God love 'em.
Like, the singer from T'Pau was a lady...
as was, um, Margaret Thatcher.
And, um...
They look quite... Were they the same lady? No. They weren't. They can't have been.
She wouldn't have been able to have juggled the time. It's hectic being just a woman,
let alone being prime minister and in T'Pau.
Lulu. All of them women of the world.
Smashing.
Oh, that's my appointment. I've got to see the psychiatrist.
Denholm just thanked me for Project Icarus and I started crying like an actress.
- I mean, what's going on? - Oh, I don't know, but maybe...
Oh, what is it? Miss Perfect, Little Miss Perfect,
Little Miss Always Right. What is it? What is it? What do you want? You big B!
- What? - I don't know where that came from.
- Did you just call me a bitch, Moss? - What is wrong with me?
Well, maybe it's all this stuff that you both eat.
Oh, my goodness. How many entries do they have?
Thousands. Moss's email's spreading like a virus.
They've become an internet phenomenon,
like Ratmouse.
- Ratmouse? - Ratmouse, yes.
It was a short film that everybody was showing to everyone else a few years back.
Just 60 seconds of footage of a rat who started behaving like a mouse.
I wish I'd known about that at the time so I could have not cared about it then.
Well, it was a hefty piece of rodent genius, I can tell you.
Who'd have thought it? A rat behaving like a mouse.
He was twitching his whiskers and accepting cheese.
I've never seen anything like it.
Moss and Roy are definitely the new Ratmouse.
You've unleashed a monster with that Aunt Irma business.